Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.